Confessions of an Escort：The Dark Hobbies of the Wealthy - Chapter 19: Chapter 19
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The banquet ended in chaos.
What started as twisted entertainment turned deadly for the minor celebrity. Blood spilled across the floor—her desperate bid for connections had cost her everything.
As a public figure, her death couldn't be ignored. The police swarmed in, collecting DNA from every guest that night—including Alexander Valdemar. Furious at being implicated, he took his rage out on me.
But I wasn't afraid of his cruelty. No, what terrified me was the law—what if they uncovered my schemes and seized everything I'd stolen?
The next morning, while Alexander was being interrogated, I raced to the sales office. Every last dirty dollar went into a property contract. I'd done the math—selling off the luxury goods would cover renovations, with enough left to start a small business. No regrets.
Still, the scandal caught up with me. Convicted of group debauchery, I got two years and nine months. At least the courts didn't touch my assets.
"I own an apartment in the city," I'd brag to my cellmates. "One of those fancy 4th-gen complexes. When I get out, I'll fill the balcony with flowers, get a big fluffy Samoyed, and a giant Norwegian Forest Cat."
The day I was released, I sprinted straight to the sales office—only to find it abandoned. The construction site was a ghost town. My floor? Never even built.
Turns out, the celebrity's death set off a chain reaction. Richard Ashcroft's family—the developers behind the project—had been at the banquet too. When her fans unleashed their fury,举报 after举报 exposed their corruption. Stocks crashed. Their资金链 snapped overnight.
By the time Richard got out of prison, his father was behind bars too. And my dream apartment? Just another skeleton in their graveyard of unfinished schemes.
What started as twisted entertainment turned deadly for the minor celebrity. Blood spilled across the floor—her desperate bid for connections had cost her everything.
As a public figure, her death couldn't be ignored. The police swarmed in, collecting DNA from every guest that night—including Alexander Valdemar. Furious at being implicated, he took his rage out on me.
But I wasn't afraid of his cruelty. No, what terrified me was the law—what if they uncovered my schemes and seized everything I'd stolen?
The next morning, while Alexander was being interrogated, I raced to the sales office. Every last dirty dollar went into a property contract. I'd done the math—selling off the luxury goods would cover renovations, with enough left to start a small business. No regrets.
Still, the scandal caught up with me. Convicted of group debauchery, I got two years and nine months. At least the courts didn't touch my assets.
"I own an apartment in the city," I'd brag to my cellmates. "One of those fancy 4th-gen complexes. When I get out, I'll fill the balcony with flowers, get a big fluffy Samoyed, and a giant Norwegian Forest Cat."
The day I was released, I sprinted straight to the sales office—only to find it abandoned. The construction site was a ghost town. My floor? Never even built.
Turns out, the celebrity's death set off a chain reaction. Richard Ashcroft's family—the developers behind the project—had been at the banquet too. When her fans unleashed their fury,举报 after举报 exposed their corruption. Stocks crashed. Their资金链 snapped overnight.
By the time Richard got out of prison, his father was behind bars too. And my dream apartment? Just another skeleton in their graveyard of unfinished schemes.
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